Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.